Page 43 of Bratva Holiday

“You’re evil,” I whispered, chuckling softly.

Aleksandr smirked, giving me a wink before he picked up his potato sack and moved, squeezing in between Illayana and Lukyan. Smirk still on his face, he looked down at his siblings, arching an eyebrow.

Lukyan thrust his arm up. “I want to switch places.”

Illayana’s arm went up just as fast. “Me too.”

Mikhail exhaled. “Fine. Hurry it up.”

Lukyan poked his tongue out and moved to the opposite side of the line, Illayana in tow.

Aleksandr’s arm went up again. “I’m switching places.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Mikhail groaned, rubbing his temple.

Aleksandr followed, wedging himself between Illayana and Lukyan once more.

Lukyan’s arm was halfway up before Mikhail cut his hands through the air.

“No. No more switching places.”

“That’s not fair!” Lukyan whined.

“I don’t care.”

“But—”

“Tsk!” Mikhail snapped his fingers together. “No more switching places. Where you are is where you are starting from. End of.”

“Argh!” Lukyan groaned, stomping his foot.

“Child.” Nikolai scoffed.

“What did you say?” Lukyan snapped.

Nikolai leaned forward, looking at his brother. “I said, ‘child.’ Need me to enunciate it for you?”

“Need me to knock some of your teeth out? Because I will.”

“You couldn’t knock my teeth out if both my hands were tied behind my back.”

“I could to!” Lukyan said, voice rising in outrage.

“Unless you’re actually going to do it, shut up.” Aleksandr grunted. “I’m sick of hearing your whining.”

Lukyan’s jaw dropped open. “I don’t whine.”

“You kinda do,” Illayana sang.

Lukyan shoved his sister. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

Illayana narrowed her eyes and shoved him back. “I am on your side.”

Lukyan scoffed, flicked a thumb over his nose, and shoved her again, this time harder, forcing her back a step. “Are. Not.”

“Don’t push her so hard.” Arturo growled.

Lukyan’s finger whipped up, pointing at him. “Butt out of this, Arty. This is between me and my sister.”